Monthly Archives: November, 2007

Almost Incredible

I have long maintained that the U.S. is experiencing a conservative sociopolitical swing. The Reagan & Bush the Elder era of the 1980’s was fairly conservative. Then came President Clinton and the “do what you want” attitude of the 90’s, especially concerning science and sex. Then, after the fiasco that was the 2000 election, came clearly Christian Bush the Younger, the stem cell debate, and a renewed uproar over Roe v. Wade (or maybe that was just when I became aware of Roe…probably the latter).

When the Carhart v. Gonzales decision came down making partial-birth (IDC) abortion illegal, I was shocked and absolutely delighted. It turns out that the government can tell you what to do with your body–and your baby’s body. Remember, suicide is still illegal. If you could really do whatever you want, you’d be able to end your own life, but you can’t. Dr. Kevorkian could tell you that.

Now, with this amazing breakthrough in stem cell research (explicated in a Washington Post editorial Maura sent to me), the U.S. political pendulum is swinging even farther toward the right. Adult stem cells have cured dozens of diseases already, while research from embryonic stem cells has done nothing except incite political and ideological debate. Now Thomson has proved that not only can you do more good using adult stem cells, it’s easier. There is absolutely no need to continue embryonic stem cell research.

This is almost incredible. Almost. It would be actually incredible (which means “unbelievable”) if I didn’t believe that God knows what he’s doing.

Lovin’ the Latin

Too often, you hear about young people as though we’re the bane of society. We sleep around, we do drugs, we get arrested, and so on. Nowadays, though, it’s more common (and, I think, more important) to highlight the good things. We volunteer, we care about the environment…and we young Catholics love tradition.

Case in point: This Friday, we are having (Novus Ordo) Mass in Latin at the CSC. Over the last few months, I’ve been going to the CSC early on Wednesdays to practice parts of the Mass in Latin. We’re going to chant the Agnus Dei and Sanctus (which I already knew), as well as the Gloria, Kyrie, and Memorial Acclamation. We couldn’t quite manage the Pater Noster in time, but Br. Louis says we’ll work on it for next semester. I’m a good sight reader, so I focus mostly on getting the pronunciation right. My R‘s always sound Spanish, but that’s to be expected considering that I don’t speak Latin.

I have a more obvious Spanish R problem with the rosary. Kevin organized a Latin rosary before the Mass on Friday, to complement the rosary we usually pray before daily Masses. He asked me, Martino, Jess Newman, and Josh to lead decades. Quick quiz: which of the people in that list speaks neither Latin nor Italian? That’d be me. It will be an interesting experience. At least if I create a scene, only the people I know will laugh at me.

I’m excited to have Mass in Latin, though. It’s the closest to Tridentine I’ll have been. I always liked our Spanish Masses back before Estefi graduated. It’s also a wonderful sign that our traditional/orthodox swing is (a) shared by Fr. Kyle and (b) no going to slow down anytime soon.

Sancte Andrea, ora pro nobis.

A Cautious Return

I used to love blogging. I remember when I first tried to blog more than once a day, only to find a kink in the (old) Blogger system that displayed them in the wrong together. Then I went through all the trouble of moving into WordPress and learning how to use it.

Then school happened. Then school happened again.

So here I am, almost finished with college. I’ve had what feels like the worst semester of my life, but also like every semester before this one. The last time I tried to catch up, I promised to stop trying to catch up, so I’m not going to.

Yesterday was Thanksgiving. I am thankful for Jesus and my awesome family and friends. It was the feast of St. Cecilia, so I decided to go to Mass. I feel so gypped not having a name day. The closest I can get is St. Colette (my middle name, which I never use, is Nicole). This year, Thanksgiving eclipsed St. Cecilia’s day in the U.S., so I get nothing. I did celebrate St. Rose of Lima back in August, but that doesn’t really count.

Anyway, I was headed around to St. Columba Church, but I passed by St. Ignatius on the way, and they happened to be having Mass at 10 a.m. as well, so I stopped there. I was pleased with the number of people at Mass. Still coughing and slightly germy, I couldn’t participate as fully as I would have liked, but I’m glad I went.

I came home, changed out of my sweater because it was freakishly hot, and wandered around the house until we left for my grandparents’ house for dinner. There was a ton of food, and it was delicious. I said grace, as usual, because I’m the most religious person my family knows (not that we ever “gather around the table” to pray before meals except on Thanksgiving and Christmas). I had a piece and a half of triple chocolate cheesecake for dessert, and read some of Tennyson’s Idylls of the King for Arthurian Literature before we headed home.

Today was pretty good. I was up until almost 2 a.m. last night talking to Jim on AIM. I suppose I needed something to ground me after yesterday’s Thanksgiving family fest. I set my alarm for 9:30, but gave myself permission to ignore it. I got out of bed just before 11 a.m. It was fabulous. After eating and showering, I spent three hours catching up with the Lectionary from the last two weeks. It wasn’t nearly as enjoyable as my Bible marathon on retreat, but as Jim reminded me, nothing is ever as good as it is on retreat. I checked my email, ate some fabulous cheese with extra cheese pizza for dinner, graded journals for my class, and watched the end of pop-up High School Musical 2. (One of these days, I’ll catch the first one.)

And now, I’m trying to resurrect a blog, but I also have things to do. We’ll see how this hiatus return goes.

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